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[suicideblade]

this is a random poem im about to attempt:

i see the ground and how white it is
the snow that has fallen has laid there to rest
like a lifeless body, a corpse there to rot
the things below us on which we continue to trot upon

i see the purity in the flakes of snow
and how jealous i am just to be as radiant
and we never stop to think what they think
and we think we are so mighty and just

snow is cold and dead and still so pure
im writing a fuckign poem on it
and your like what is he thinking
but still i dotn even quite know